My box. He made sweet sounds upon first glance at my box. Told me if it grew legs that he would perfect the Chicago two step and even dance with my box. He was in love with my box… My box. No keys A revolving door was once my box.. for him at least. Bittersweet. Milk and honey was once his remedy for my box. My moans..his pleasure. My box… His sanctuary. My box… His get-away Not his everything, but his sometimes. Never his forever but always his right now. My box. Late nights was all that was known. Comfortable my box was, because he made such sweet sounds upon every entrance as if it were his first glance. Carried my crippled box and danced anyway. He lust for my box. Lust so much that I loved it so much. Loved it so much that he left a little something in my box to remember him by. No keys. Revolving door my box was no more… Not even for him because he left me.. along with my box and that little something inside.
[More about him. ]
Easy… He’s beautiful. From his crown to the bare soles of his feet. Easy… I wish that I could put his soul in a frame and hang It over my bed. Better yet, I wish I could put it in a locket and wear it around my neck. Easy. I just wanna be close to him , within reach and long enough to move my hand and touch his. I’ll even settle for a brush against the shoulders everyday if he’d let me. Within reach of his deep breaths, and heavy thoughts. Easy. He’s so easy.. So beautiful his mind is, I’ve Lost mine, trying to find his. Everything that I never would, I’d do for him because he’s just so Damn easy to like… Infatuate… Savour…want..easy on the eyes, pleasant for the mind. If our lives were ever intertwined .. I’d love all over his beauty.. from his crown to the soles of his feet and all the way around, and back again. Easy.
The water ran … Fell evenly against my figure as I got lost. He touched my shoulder with the tips of his fingers and his hand followed and eased its way down my whole left side. Shivers…as The water ran down my body and beneath my feet. He washed me over.. eyeballing my spine as the suds tickled my skin. How he wishes he were the goosebumps that appeared all over me. Being the reason they show isn’t a good enough roll for him to play. ..the water ran. Fell evenly on my figure and he stood in place of my silhouette.